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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle had arrived too early. Which he tried to tell himself was strategic, that he had done it on purpose to give himself time to choose the best table (not too central, not hidden, preferably near a window but not where the sun would be in their faces and make them squint through their cups of tea). But now he’d been sitting with his hands folded in his lap for nearly twenty minutes, pretending to read the menu even though he’d already memorized the difference between all the varieties of teas and cakes, and realizing that he was just an embarrassing human being. The little teashop smelled like sugar-drenched petals and soft vanilla, which should’ve made him feel at ease. It didn’t.
Because of what Iris said.
But it wasn’t, was it? It couldn’t be. He hadn’t even said THAT word! He’d just asked if Aurora wanted to grab tea and maybe talk about that book they both liked and some of the newly blossomed flowers in the Indoor Garden and other totally and completely normal things like that. Still, the more he thought about it, the warmer his face felt.
He adjusted the cuffs of his jumper again and then sat on his hands to stop fiddling while his knees knocked under the small round table and casting glances toward the door each time the bell chimed... and slinking back down when it wasn’t her.
...he really was a dork complete with full bloom levels of awkward.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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